If the moose felt doubtful he'd turn; if not, he'd come on, and unlucky for him if he did, for he got a warm reception, either from the rifles in our hands as we lay hid near the caller, or from some of the party stationed at a distance.
"In stalking, we crept on them the way a cat creeps on a mouse.

In the daytime a moose is usually lying down.

We'd find their tracks and places where they'd been nipping off the ends of branches and twigs, and follow them up.

They easily take the scent of men, and we'd have to keep well to the leeward.

Sometimes we'd come upon them lying down, but, if in walking along, we'd broken a twig, or made the slightest noise, they'd think it was one of their mortal enemies, a bear creeping on them, and they'd be up and away.